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-----Chapter 1: A bit of background-----
It's kind of remarkable what you can get away with in a small town when
your daddy is the chief of police, and for that matter, one of only
like 3 police to speak of, sharing 2 cars. Not much really goes wrong
in Jettsville - people don't live too close to each other, no one
really causes trouble, and the modest population just isn't really
large enough to justify multiple levels of accountability in a power
structure, so simply, they don't. That means that Clyde Meadows, JPD
chief and father of the infallible Erin Meadows could do right about
whatever he wanted. But Clyde was a good man. He used his position for
the right reasons, and protected the town against petty traffic
violations just as well and even-handedly as any cop could be asked. He
was a steadfast protector of the residents of Jettsville, with one
major exception.
See, Clyde Meadows would protect his daughter at all costs. She was, as
it is, the perfect girl. She always maintained her excellent grades and
was the model daughter of Jettsville, at least to the people who didn't
have to go to school with her. Local adults fawned over her
intelligence and her community involvement, her athleticism and her
mature, yet demure beauty. She stood five feet and five inches tall,
although usually touched 5'8" in heels, which she wore as often as her
feet would allow. She was a model of perfect self-maintenance:
perfectly organized, maximally achieving, and never a stray hair out of
place, neither on her sculpted body nor falling from her slightly
longer than shoulder length light brown hair, which she often pulled
into a high ponytail or fancy braid to keep out of her face. Her face,
of course, was stunningly beautiful, even with glasses (which she wore
only on rare occasion, usually contacts) complemented her face in a way
that other girls in her grade, and even boys of that matter, envied.
Erin was exactly the girl that anyone who didn't know her wanted to be,
and frankly, she wasn't a huge bitch either. While no saint, more
people genuinely enjoyed her company than didn't, at least as long as
you were on her good side.
But the students of Jettsville high school knew Erin; after all, they'd
grown up with her. And they remembered what happens when she makes
trouble. See, in her mind, rules were designed to protect her via
punishing others. Of course, they were not there to punish her; that
would be counterproductive. All she had to do was ask daddy to talk to
Principal Leary and whatever charges were against her would be dropped,
and often, somehow, her accuser ended up punished for whatever the
offense was. This held true for other students, teachers, and community
leaders, whoever it was that had the audacity to try and make her life
a fragment uncomfortable, she could use her connections to hurt or
remove from their post at JHS. Everyone knew it, everyone feared it,
but in a town like this one, everyone just dealt with it too. It wasn't
really worth trying to educate someone like that, especially not in
eleventh grade when she was so close to graduating. Despite being such
a model young person, whom the town took every chance to show off for
an unending stream of achievements, they still wouldn't mind too much
once she was gone. Better to avoid the drama and the confrontation for
everyone's sake, and it's not like she was breaking bones or seriously
endangering anyone. She just liked to have a little fun with the local
boys.
Only a select few of Erin's closest friends knew where her apparent
lifelong vendetta against the males in her school began. Most
speculated her antics were a power trip, given their calculated nature.
Some believed she was just coldhearted and probably a lesbian or
something. A popular conspiracy theory was that she had her heart
broken by a boy freshman year and when she tried to exercise her
powerful connections to retaliate, his family just moved away. He had
played her and she never got even, embarrassed her for being the one
boy who would turn down a chance to be with her, and skipped town. That
rumor was wrong. It actually happened in eighth grade.
Regardless of how it came to be, Erin Meadows held a grudge against all
boys, but exercised it against them one at a time, like a sacrificial
lamb. Erin would choose a boy (nobody knew her method, exactly) and
make him her little plaything until she got bored and moved on to the
next one. I remember the first such boy, around January of freshman
year.
I didn't know Devon Williams well, but growing up in the same small
town you get a basic familiarity with everyone. I didn't think Erin
knew him either, but apparently that changed fast. One day he came in
carrying her books for her, which really wasn't too out of the
ordinary, since lots of guys would haplessly volunteer to do her favors
and try to curry a little attention. But Devon seemed particularly
unhappy about it for some reason, almost like he was being forced. It
didn't stop there. In the next few days you could find him either glued
to her side or apparently hiding somewhere else, or preparing an
assignment or some food or anything else for her. He gave up the good
parts of his bag lunch to give to her and he seemed constantly
exhausted and stressed. Over the next few months his normally slightly
long hair grew into a shoulder length, which she would play with during
study halls and in class when she sat behind him, and by the end of the
day it would be braided and pushed into a girly style, filled with
barrettes and other little accessories which he never took out once she
put them in. We always assumed it was just regular bullying and
eventually he would snap and do something about it, but he never did.
He just took it regretfully but willingly, as she took control of his
life.
I figured back then it could only go one of two ways, either it came to
a head and he finally told someone what was going on to try and make it
stop, or it would eventually reach a certain maximum of embarrassment
where she would have to quit. What really happened was neither of
those. She started outfitting him with jewelry, rings and necklaces as
part of his daily getup, before enforcing more and more feminine
outfits. The changes were subtle at first but the whole thing was so
odd that people were not just taking notice, but observing its
progress.
The first time she put lipgloss on him was the first time I think
someone told a teacher. We didn't know the whole story, but we knew
Devon wasn't doing this by his own volition and she was holding
something over him. Collective interest turned to collective fear and
when Mr. Clayborn refused to help, and then they tried Mrs. Winchester
who didn't seem to acknowledge the problem. Principal Leary was useless
and the guy who decided telling him was a good idea ended up suspended
on some bullshit accusation, handed down most assuredly by some under
the table conversations involving Officer Meadows and his daughter, who
of course "everyone knew would never ever do something so terrible as
bully."
Things ramped up. There were days when she would let him have a break
and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, although Devon seemed to
check over his shoulder a lot on those days. And then one day it
stopped. Devon came into school bizarrely cheery, and we all figured
for any reason he could be happy, she would have to be mad. But she
wasn't, she seemed cool and calm as ever, which was honestly even more
disquieting. This was around March and the whole Devon thing had begun
in January, and everyone in my grade had started, weirdly enough, to
get used to it. But she just went about her day, as did he, and we all
noticed how she left him alone in a way she hadn't for all of the weeks
prior. Whatever it was, we guessed it was out of Erin's system.
But apparently it wasn't. About one week later Erin had chosen a new
target, Mikey Bozman, and things ramped up in much the same way. Erin
had a determination in her this time, and took to escalating his new
feminine getup much faster. Mikey's normal boy jeans were replaced with
noticeably girly ones, with bell bottoms and small embroidered flowers
on the back pockets, and he took to wearing large sweatshirts every
day, when before he was one of those guys who wears a muscle tee even
when it's ten degrees outside. Like Devon, she made him grow out his
hair until it could be styled like a girl's, and after a while he would
come in to school that way, before she could even have done it to him.
Further escalations weren't obvious unless you were looking, but I was
particularly curious and noticed he was definitely wearing mascara
during our English class one day, and occasionally his sweatshirt would
fall in just the right way that I could see the imprint of a small
strap over his shoulder. He must have been wearing a bra, at her
command no doubt.
And then, again, she let him be. He came into school in May looking
relieved, and for the rest of the year there were no victims. We
naively thought it was over.
School started again in fall, sophomore year, and most of us had
honestly pushed the prior year into the backs of our memories, and
mostly forgot about Erin's whole weird boy scheme that happened. Devon
and Mikey were sure happy about that. At least, until Eric Price was
chosen next.
No one knew how she picked the guys she picked, or why, or what
happened behind the scenes to those boys. The ones who went through her
ordeal didn't talk about it, and everyone else just kept their mouth
shut. Sometimes being a little too outspokenly against her was enough
to get you chosen, as we saw with Zack Greenberg, who had the
misfortune of being her special boy over October. She punished him the
hardest, and he was the first to dress outwardly girly in school, and
amazingly no one did anything about it. First it was a white, obviously
feminine blouse paired with otherwise masculine clothes, but eventually
he was in girl shorts, and then even a skirt too. She was pushing her
limits way beyond her prior reach, but with the entire school in her
pocket, the boys figured out it was best to just let it be and pray
that you weren't next, or for that matter, that you could make it to
graduation without being chosen. On average, boys were in her grasp for
a month or so, sometimes a bit longer, which meant only a small
fraction of the grade would ever have the misfortune anyway. Assuming
the pattern continued, there was probably a 1 in 20 or 30 chance of
ever having to deal with it, which was small enough not to worry too
much.
We learned that year that Halloween season was the worst time to be
hers. She seemed particularly aggressive around that time, and she
would always take her new doll in tow to the Halloween banger that
year, which at least one classmate invariably volunteered to host for
everyone. It was one of the few parties big enough for almost everyone
in the grade to attend, and while normal gathering typically involved
only specific friend groups, it was considered sacred tradition that
Halloween had an open invite for anyone in the grade, and other guests
outside our grade were at the host's discretion.
We didn't even recognize Zack at first as he walked in, and maybe
wouldn't have if not for the fact that Erin came in beside her...err,
him. Erin stole the show first in her sexy Cinderella costume, but Zack
took everyone's attention next.
He was wearing a long yellow ball gown, with big puffy sleeves and
skirt that bloomed outward before reaching the floor, where a careful
observer could see a pair of silver heels on his feet, and delicately
pedicured toenails. His body appeared to be completely shaved, except
for his brows which were expertly shaped, and his hair, which cascaded
down his back in beautiful large curls, apparently his real hair but
surely assisted by generous extensions which blended seamlessly into
his natural color. He wore long white lace opera gloves that began at
his upper arm and ran all the way down over his hands, and while we
couldn't see them it was beyond doubt his fingernails were manicured,
probably French. He was wearing a full face of makeup, most notably
huge beautiful fake eyelashes which fluttered whenever he blinked,
revealing a line of golden winged eyeliner and a light shimmer of
eyeshadow on his lids. Basic foundation and contour shaped his face
into a narrow, much more feminine appearance while a rosey blush gave
him color, and a very light pink, almost nude lipstick capped off the
look. His outfit, while not particularly sexy as most girls went for,
was stunning, and he made the perfect Belle. Fitting, since Erin was
undoubtedly a beast. He spent all night in that costume, but his
torture ended not long after.
Anyway, this process repeated and repeated and it became the best known
secret in the world. We discovered that Erin was a nightmare to try and
talk to or deal with during her transitionary periods, so we came to
see this unspoken arrangement as a sacrifice that one boy had to make
(unwillingly) in order to keep her happy for everyone else's benefit.
No boy specifically agreed to it, nor ever volunteered, but as a
collective it was recognized as an almost necessary evil. Your best bet
was always to let it be, and pray you weren't the next.
-----Chapter 2: A letter-----
Junior year started and like clockwork, her first boy was chosen and
feminized, and then thrown out like the others. September wasn't
actually the worst time to feel her wrath, I think because she saved up
so much energy for the October boy each year. The stress was palpable
during her off week.
"So Lucas, who do you think is next?" my friend Connor asked me once we
found out Tyler Guyer had completed his sentence in Erin's machine and
been dropped. He came to school a couple times over the first few weeks
in girls' tee shirts and feminine shorts, and the occasional skirt, but
I think she had chosen him more for his hair which he wore long and for
this month always had a feminine curl or crimp or intricate braid in
it.
"Honestly," I replied, "I'd rather not think about it. I just hope it's
not me, and for your sake I hope it's not you, but the odds are so low
anyway. I don't think she's ever spoken a word to me, and I'm probably
the only guy here that actually regrets that."
Oh yeah, I don't think I mentioned. I'm head over heels in love with
Erin Meadows. I've only had a crush on her for, well, I'm not sure how
long, I guess since we met in elementary? Something like that. I'm far
from the only guy to have had a crush on her now or earlier, but ever
since her whole thing started with she hasn't taken a real boyfriend.
You could argue she was making these boys act the, but it really
wasn't. She didn't want them for them, she wanted only to exercise her
unbelievable power and turn them into the girls she wished everyone
was.
I got to school on the morning of Friday, October 8th and opened my
locker, as always, but this time I found something unusual. On the
reverse side of the locker door was a small quarter-sheet of paper,
secured by a pink magnet and bearing the words in lovely cursive
handwriting "you're next!" It was marked at the bottom with a kiss of
mauve lipstick, which I recognized as Erin's. Somehow, my heart
fluttered at the thought that she knew me, and sank entirely when I
realized what this actually meant. I was chosen, and I was fucked.
I stuffed the note in my pocket and carried on with the rest of my day
in fear. I didn't hear from her or anyone else, except for a small grin
I saw creep across her face when we made eye contact passing in the
hallway. That was enough for me to know this was no mistake, and I
couldn't focus a moment in class. Maybe the scariest thing was that I
had no idea what happens next.
When I went back to my locker to pack up for the day and head home, I
tried to lay low but three guys were there waiting for me already. I
recognized them all as Erin's prior victims and I tried to ignore them
but seeing as they were there for me, there wasn't much I could do but
talk. I opened my locker and they immediately and forcefully closed it
in front of me before beginning.
"So we hear you're next," said Tyler, her most recent victim. "This is
how things are going to work."
All three of them were a good bit larger and more built out than me
with my relatively short stature and small frame. I was only about
5'8", which isn't super short, but not really tall either, and quite
skinny since lifting never really became my thing and my apparently
rapid metabolism didn't allow much weight gain either. I couldn't
outrun, nor outfight any one of them, so I guessed I was stuck.
"You're going to receive a text message instructing you to meet with
her at some place and time tomorrow. You will be there." Tyler said as
a statement of fact, rather than a recommendation.
"And if I'm not? Why don't I just end this stupid thing and not show
up?" I bluffed.
"Then she pulls the dead man switch on all of us. You think you saw
everything in school? Not even close. If you don't show and we get
embarrassed because of you, we will break every bone you have, and the
Chief won't do anything about it because sweet Erin will back us up."
"I promise," another of the guys added, "that taking this like a man
and dealing with it like we did is much, much better than what we'll do
to you if you don't."
"I'll be there" I stammered through fear as I reopened my locker,
grabbed my stuff, and went home for the day.
----Chapter 3: The Arrangement -----
I got the text just as prescribed later that evening. It was a Friday,
and while other kids had things to do I was spending it curled up by
the TV playing video games and probably planning to crash early if
we're being honest. My phone buzzed and it was almost ominous, like
when you get a call that someone has died and you know before you even
pick up that you're about to get bad news. I read the message three
times before I could fully comprehend what it was saying.
"Let's get together and study for math at the library tomorrow. We have
a lot to talk about!
Mckenna
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